random poems #2

petrichor

midnight breeze

at the moon i stare

petrichor and smoke fill the air

stars know why we are there

with you 

i shall not know pain

love you 

like the smell of rain

the sun will leave

for you to stay

with me in your eyes

and soon in your arms

those stars within your eyes

the shine within ur smile

the red between our lips

and the red

between

our

scars

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